Fort Silence
Established
Roleplay posts: 19 
Physical Description: Built into the side of a great mountain, its entrance hidden by a great cave. Fort Silence is the abode of Kargth. It is a series of tunnels and room dug over time deeper into the mountain. The structure itself is unknowably old. With nothing but the stone and granite remaining of the original architecture. No statues or painting reside it its halls, nor art or windows of any kind. Bare, it is a dark and depressing place. Its dark corridors undisturbed by animal or human for eons, how it has been able to remain standing is a miracle, or something else.
Now it is inhabited by the Reborn. Ex-slaves, the tortured and the discarded. All are given a second life here, just like their Lord was given life from death. They inhabit this once dead keep, brining life into it as well. The halls are now filled with the laughter of children, finally safe and cared for. Women who do not fear the fist of their husbands, men who no longer fear for their family’s lives. They finally live in peace. It is a peace that they will die to protect, for their families and those that remain. A small militia has been formed from volunteers, both male and female. Wearing mismatched armour and scraps. For they live in a desolate and unruled place, roving bands of bandits, slavers and deserters stalk the areas of where Fort Silence lies. Supplies are taken from these bands that are caught. The pillages become the pillaged. No mercy is given to these men, no prisoners are taken. For they do not deserve their lives. Prisoners and slaves are found and are freed and given the choice to join them or leave of their own free will, and as such, the man power of Fort Silence grows.
Registered: Apr 20, 2019 1:24:28 GMT -8
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Post by Fort Silence on May 20, 2019 23:03:04 GMT -8
Located in a natural Harbour at the end of the Quite River Mason's Bay serves as the main trading hub for the Forgotten Valley and Fort Silence as it is the fastest and safest route out of the mountainous region. At first glance it is a town undergoing rapid expansion and construction. A population of just under 300 it is rapidly growing in both residents and wealth as new trade and professions begin to make their way to the Forgotten Valley from neighbouring nations and settlements.
Built out of stone sourced from Mount Tearwood, in which the town lies in the shadow of, as well as the Ironwood that surrounds it, the buildings of Mason’s Bay have stood for generations. Until recently many of these buildings have stood vacant and decrepit as the people of the Bay have slowly left. Now there is a rush to construct additional buildings as the burgeoning population begins to outpace the space available. Taverns, warehouses, hotels and trade halls are once more packed with people and goods which has made the original population overjoyed and welcoming to all that come.
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Xyrix
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 24
Physical Description: 5'7". His hair is long, beyond his stomach, but often hidden by his hat and by being tied up. His face has light scars that frame his hazel eyes along with the massive crows feet. He isn't extremely buff, but fit enough. Somewhat an unremarkable looking man. He wears a shinobi's headband around his wrist.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are that of a peasant. He dresses very humbly and wears traditional geta for his footwear.
He carries rations with him, a considerable amount.
His armaments include a kusarigame (chained sickle) and a shikomizue (cane sword). His cane sword is always in his hand as he pretends to need it to walk.
Allegiances: None.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 16, 2019 0:35:43 GMT -8
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Post by Xyrix on Jun 21, 2019 2:14:14 GMT -8
Away.
The word rang through the young ronin's skull the entire ship ride. After his last experiences in Tawakoshi he decided it was finally time to see more. The world. Word travels far when riches are involved and apparently there was a lot of coin to be had in the building of a new land. That is why he chose to join a crew of curious adventures aboard an unknown ship to somewhere he'd hardly heard of. All he knew was that this would be a long ways away from Tawakoshi and it would serve his anonymity and his pocket well. Whispers of a sort of 'rebirth' amongst those stationed there floated with them along the river. The trip was pleasant enough and the company was tolerable but Xyrix found comfort in his time alone. But he did listen. It seemed a lot of those traveling to this land were looking to reinvent themselves and find new purpose in a land untamed. That sort of appealed to him as well. Though for the most part he believed he had made his future much brighter than it was; he still longed to see what else this world could offer and take from him.
The journey was long. Xyrix made a couple friends aboard to drink and share stories with. It made the trip more bearable after a couple of days. Solitude had its benefits but it also had its limitations. It had been a long time since he'd met people through something other than work or survival. Smiling faces were few and far between in his life and he was grateful he found a few.
A few more days pass and land came into sight again. He hobbled over to the deck with his 'cane' and peered off into the nearing harbour. He could see the movement of construction and as it came in closer he began to see a many people working tirelessly to put a once ruined town together. He lifted his hat to the back of his neck and smiled widely as the breeze carried through his hair. There was cheering and hugging as the few crewman and passengers came to the same realization. The land of rebirth, huh?
As the ship came into dock everyone eagerly pushed through to rush off and Xyrix let them stagger over each other with a bright smile still held across his cheeks. When they finished he moseyed off the ramp and into the bustle of a town being made before his eyes. He looked across the way to see where he should head. He approached a group of construction workers having a meal together and bowed deeply to them.
"I hate to disturb your meal, but I was wondering who I would speak to in regards to beginning to help around here?"
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Fort Silence
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Physical Description: Built into the side of a great mountain, its entrance hidden by a great cave. Fort Silence is the abode of Kargth. It is a series of tunnels and room dug over time deeper into the mountain. The structure itself is unknowably old. With nothing but the stone and granite remaining of the original architecture. No statues or painting reside it its halls, nor art or windows of any kind. Bare, it is a dark and depressing place. Its dark corridors undisturbed by animal or human for eons, how it has been able to remain standing is a miracle, or something else.
Now it is inhabited by the Reborn. Ex-slaves, the tortured and the discarded. All are given a second life here, just like their Lord was given life from death. They inhabit this once dead keep, brining life into it as well. The halls are now filled with the laughter of children, finally safe and cared for. Women who do not fear the fist of their husbands, men who no longer fear for their family’s lives. They finally live in peace. It is a peace that they will die to protect, for their families and those that remain. A small militia has been formed from volunteers, both male and female. Wearing mismatched armour and scraps. For they live in a desolate and unruled place, roving bands of bandits, slavers and deserters stalk the areas of where Fort Silence lies. Supplies are taken from these bands that are caught. The pillages become the pillaged. No mercy is given to these men, no prisoners are taken. For they do not deserve their lives. Prisoners and slaves are found and are freed and given the choice to join them or leave of their own free will, and as such, the man power of Fort Silence grows.
Registered: Apr 20, 2019 1:24:28 GMT -8
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Post by Fort Silence on Jun 23, 2019 20:09:31 GMT -8
Away.The word rang through the young ronin's skull the entire ship ride. After his last experiences in Tawakoshi he decided it was finally time to see more. The world. Word travels far when riches are involved and apparently there was a lot of coin to be had in the building of a new land. That is why he chose to join a crew of curious adventures aboard an unknown ship to somewhere he'd hardly heard of. All he knew was that this would be a long ways away from Tawakoshi and it would serve his anonymity and his pocket well. Whispers of a sort of 'rebirth' amongst those stationed there floated with them along the river. The trip was pleasant enough and the company was tolerable but Xyrix found comfort in his time alone. But he did listen. It seemed a lot of those traveling to this land were looking to reinvent themselves and find new purpose in a land untamed. That sort of appealed to him as well. Though for the most part he believed he had made his future much brighter than it was; he still longed to see what else this world could offer and take from him. The journey was long. Xyrix made a couple friends aboard to drink and share stories with. It made the trip more bearable after a couple of days. Solitude had its benefits but it also had its limitations. It had been a long time since he'd met people through something other than work or survival. Smiling faces were few and far between in his life and he was grateful he found a few. A few more days pass and land came into sight again. He hobbled over to the deck with his 'cane' and peered off into the nearing harbour. He could see the movement of construction and as it came in closer he began to see a many people working tirelessly to put a once ruined town together. He lifted his hat to the back of his neck and smiled widely as the breeze carried through his hair. There was cheering and hugging as the few crewman and passengers came to the same realization. The land of rebirth, huh? As the ship came into dock everyone eagerly pushed through to rush off and Xyrix let them stagger over each other with a bright smile still held across his cheeks. When they finished he moseyed off the ramp and into the bustle of a town being made before his eyes. He looked across the way to see where he should head. He approached a group of construction workers having a meal together and bowed deeply to them. "I hate to disturb your meal, but I was wondering who I would speak to in regards to beginning to help around here?" The burly construction men looked up from their beer and bread to the newcomer. All five of them were built an ox. Only half of them wearing any shirt at all, letting the cool river breeze cool their aching muscles. It was hard work cutting and moving the stone in place. Even harder to move the enormous iron wood logs. All of them looked tired to the bone, eyes with dark bags and bruises marking their bare skin. Yet they looked content, a look of satisfaction on their faces could be seen. One of the group, a dark skinned giant of a man turned his body around to face the stranger. His chest was a battleground of scar tissue, plainly visible against his dark flesh. “Depends on what you can do friend.” He said, his voice deep and reverberating, a strange accent could be heard. The worker looked down and up, inspecting the foreigner, his eyes rested on his cane for a moment. “We’re always in need for skilled craftsmen or scribes.” He said after a moment. He raised his hands to the man; each one could easily wrap themselves around Xyrix’s head. “These aren’t made to be delicate!” Behind him the other men laughed uproariously, stomping the ground or slapping their knees. |
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Xyrix
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 24
Physical Description: 5'7". His hair is long, beyond his stomach, but often hidden by his hat and by being tied up. His face has light scars that frame his hazel eyes along with the massive crows feet. He isn't extremely buff, but fit enough. Somewhat an unremarkable looking man. He wears a shinobi's headband around his wrist.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are that of a peasant. He dresses very humbly and wears traditional geta for his footwear.
He carries rations with him, a considerable amount.
His armaments include a kusarigame (chained sickle) and a shikomizue (cane sword). His cane sword is always in his hand as he pretends to need it to walk.
Allegiances: None.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 16, 2019 0:35:43 GMT -8
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Post by Xyrix on Jun 23, 2019 22:51:10 GMT -8
His face ignited with laughter along with the men who sat before him. Seeing the man inspect him only gave him reassurance that his ruse had been working these years throughout. The beautiful thing was that here, Xyrix didn't need to create a ruse. This was all new land. No one would know him and there seemed to be no turmoil. Naught but the love of creation and a community that gave to each other endlessly. An escape where he could truly be whoever he wanted to be.
"I am fairly familiar with the written word and could offer my uses that way. Labor is not something I shy away from either. Be it as grueling as what you folks do or something as simple and monotonous as guard work. Where would I begin?" His smile was friendly and stern. He appreciated their good spirits but he didn't get all of his questions answered.
"Is there an overseer directing everything or someone I should speak to?"
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Fort Silence
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Physical Description: Built into the side of a great mountain, its entrance hidden by a great cave. Fort Silence is the abode of Kargth. It is a series of tunnels and room dug over time deeper into the mountain. The structure itself is unknowably old. With nothing but the stone and granite remaining of the original architecture. No statues or painting reside it its halls, nor art or windows of any kind. Bare, it is a dark and depressing place. Its dark corridors undisturbed by animal or human for eons, how it has been able to remain standing is a miracle, or something else.
Now it is inhabited by the Reborn. Ex-slaves, the tortured and the discarded. All are given a second life here, just like their Lord was given life from death. They inhabit this once dead keep, brining life into it as well. The halls are now filled with the laughter of children, finally safe and cared for. Women who do not fear the fist of their husbands, men who no longer fear for their family’s lives. They finally live in peace. It is a peace that they will die to protect, for their families and those that remain. A small militia has been formed from volunteers, both male and female. Wearing mismatched armour and scraps. For they live in a desolate and unruled place, roving bands of bandits, slavers and deserters stalk the areas of where Fort Silence lies. Supplies are taken from these bands that are caught. The pillages become the pillaged. No mercy is given to these men, no prisoners are taken. For they do not deserve their lives. Prisoners and slaves are found and are freed and given the choice to join them or leave of their own free will, and as such, the man power of Fort Silence grows.
Registered: Apr 20, 2019 1:24:28 GMT -8
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Post by Fort Silence on Jun 24, 2019 20:20:55 GMT -8
His face ignited with laughter along with the men who sat before him. Seeing the man inspect him only gave him reassurance that his ruse had been working these years throughout. The beautiful thing was that here, Xyrix didn't need to create a ruse. This was all new land. No one would know him and there seemed to be no turmoil. Naught but the love of creation and a community that gave to each other endlessly. An escape where he could truly be whoever he wanted to be. "I am fairly familiar with the written word and could offer my uses that way. Labor is not something I shy away from either. Be it as grueling as what you folks do or something as simple and monotonous as guard work. Where would I begin?" His smile was friendly and stern. He appreciated their good spirits but he didn't get all of his questions answered. "Is there an overseer directing everything or someone I should speak to?" A giant of a man took a second to compose himself after his apparently hilarious joke, took a deep breath and continued speaking. “Not really, almost all of the construction here is private contracts.” Another one of the construction workers downed his tankard of beer and wipes his mouth. “Hey Calar,” He said, speaking to the dark-skinned worker. “I think Cyrene is in town. Pretty sure I saw her while I was out working on the Roberts gig. Was heading for the garrison I think.” The dark-skinned worker, Calar, nodded. “You’re in luck friend. You should talk to Cyrene if you’ve got skilled knowledge. She’s the right-hand woman to the big boss. She’ll know what to do with you.” He leaned in close to the stranger, talking quietly. “Word for the wise friend. Be careful what you say around her. They say she’s got the berserker in her. Whatever you do, don’t mention the scars.” The other men nod quickly at this last remark. “She was a slave, same as us.” He said, giving himself a crooked smile as he patted his scarred chest. “She had it the worst out of all of us. They never broke her you know, something she paid dearly for.” He shook his head sadly. “The marks on her skin aren’t the only scars they gave her.” One of the other men raised his giant tankard. “For Cyrene! He yelled, trying to lift the now ruined mood. “To the Red Death!” “To the Red Death.” The group of workers replied, lifting their tankards and drowning them. “Anyway, my good friend. Spoke Calar, wiping froth from his mouth. “You should find the Isran Garrison about hundred meters down that way.” He pointed down one of the main roads. “Can’t miss it, full of fancy Isran Guards.” “Thank god they don’t leave the town. Said one of the workers, standing up and moving off to his work. “I get sick just seeing them here.” “Off you pop my friend”, spoke Calar, also standing now. Just over a head taller than Xyrix. “We gotta get back to work.” |
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Xyrix
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 24
Physical Description: 5'7". His hair is long, beyond his stomach, but often hidden by his hat and by being tied up. His face has light scars that frame his hazel eyes along with the massive crows feet. He isn't extremely buff, but fit enough. Somewhat an unremarkable looking man. He wears a shinobi's headband around his wrist.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are that of a peasant. He dresses very humbly and wears traditional geta for his footwear.
He carries rations with him, a considerable amount.
His armaments include a kusarigame (chained sickle) and a shikomizue (cane sword). His cane sword is always in his hand as he pretends to need it to walk.
Allegiances: None.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 16, 2019 0:35:43 GMT -8
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Post by Xyrix on Jun 25, 2019 2:21:09 GMT -8
These men were friendly and kind enough to answer his questions and Xyrix was more than thankful. Their notion of the woman who worked with whoever may be in charge here brought him closer to a point of actual contribution. Their story left him with an ache in his heart. "Never would I bring up the marks brought upon someone. That is theirs to share and no one's to ask about." The mention of them having previously been slaves diminished his smile. How horrible their lives must have been before this. The thought of the torment this Cyrene went through made him clench the headband on his wrist and wince in what seemed to be physical pain.
They cheered to her as well as The Red Death. Though the name was a bit disconcerting it clearly held a great meaning to them, and he would never question such a thing. After all, these were kind men. "This information is unequivocally helpful, and I thank you for your aid." He bowed before all the men and then headed in the direction of the garrison.
He walked a short distance and found himself standing in front of a building surrounded by guards in armor he was completely unfamiliar with. This is more than likely what they'd meant by fancy. Xyrix walked with his cane up to the garrison and waved a guard down.
"I was told to come here in search of a woman named Cyrene. I plan to extend my hand to whatever is needed done." He wore a smile once more. Progress always felt nice.
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Centurion Analiese Hael
Committed
Roleplay posts: 50 
Age: 31
Physical Description: She is slightly above average height for a woman, about 5'10" and weighing a bit more at a 190lbs. She has medium-length platinum blonde hair, and a rather feminine face. It is the stern look in her eye that gives her face its hard edge, accompanied by the numerous bruises and scars that are a result of years of military service. Her figure is relatively slender, compacted with muscle from years of training and a strict nutrition regime.
Clothes and Equipment: Ana wears the traditional armor of an Isran Centurion, complete with the red sash and the Isran sigil on her breast. The armor is fitting to what curves she does have, and, given that the Lady Naoki had a say in the armor, probably accentuates them. She wields her sword, a weapon of no particularly special properties beyond good craftsmanship and having been lovingly maintained by generations of Haels. Her legionnaire's shield completes the image of a stalwart Isran warrior.
Registered: Oct 25, 2016 13:19:28 GMT -8
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Post by Centurion Analiese Hael on Jun 27, 2019 8:28:33 GMT -8
The Isran transport slid neatly into its berth at Mason Bay. The gangplank landed with a dull thud, and down it walked Centurion Analiese Hael, Commander of the Veteran 1st Cohort, 1st Legion of the Isran Army. A small squad of ten legionnaires accompanied her on her duties. Consul Finch had requested she inspect the small garrison here, as the Enclave had seen trouble stirring in the wind.
Her armor gleamed in the light of day, gladius strapped to her hip and shield sling across her back. She looked around for anyone official to begin her inspection.
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Fort Silence
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Physical Description: Built into the side of a great mountain, its entrance hidden by a great cave. Fort Silence is the abode of Kargth. It is a series of tunnels and room dug over time deeper into the mountain. The structure itself is unknowably old. With nothing but the stone and granite remaining of the original architecture. No statues or painting reside it its halls, nor art or windows of any kind. Bare, it is a dark and depressing place. Its dark corridors undisturbed by animal or human for eons, how it has been able to remain standing is a miracle, or something else.
Now it is inhabited by the Reborn. Ex-slaves, the tortured and the discarded. All are given a second life here, just like their Lord was given life from death. They inhabit this once dead keep, brining life into it as well. The halls are now filled with the laughter of children, finally safe and cared for. Women who do not fear the fist of their husbands, men who no longer fear for their family’s lives. They finally live in peace. It is a peace that they will die to protect, for their families and those that remain. A small militia has been formed from volunteers, both male and female. Wearing mismatched armour and scraps. For they live in a desolate and unruled place, roving bands of bandits, slavers and deserters stalk the areas of where Fort Silence lies. Supplies are taken from these bands that are caught. The pillages become the pillaged. No mercy is given to these men, no prisoners are taken. For they do not deserve their lives. Prisoners and slaves are found and are freed and given the choice to join them or leave of their own free will, and as such, the man power of Fort Silence grows.
Registered: Apr 20, 2019 1:24:28 GMT -8
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Post by Fort Silence on Jun 30, 2019 23:20:27 GMT -8
These men were friendly and kind enough to answer his questions and Xyrix was more than thankful. Their notion of the woman who worked with whoever may be in charge here brought him closer to a point of actual contribution. Their story left him with an ache in his heart. "Never would I bring up the marks brought upon someone. That is theirs to share and no one's to ask about." The mention of them having previously been slaves diminished his smile. How horrible their lives must have been before this. The thought of the torment this Cyrene went through made him clench the headband on his wrist and wince in what seemed to be physical pain. They cheered to her as well as The Red Death. Though the name was a bit disconcerting it clearly held a great meaning to them, and he would never question such a thing. After all, these were kind men. "This information is unequivocally helpful, and I thank you for your aid." He bowed before all the men and then headed in the direction of the garrison. He walked a short distance and found himself standing in front of a building surrounded by guards in armor he was completely unfamiliar with. This is more than likely what they'd meant by fancy. Xyrix walked with his cane up to the garrison and waved a guard down. "I was told to come here in search of a woman named Cyrene. I plan to extend my hand to whatever is needed done." He wore a smile once more. Progress always felt nice. The Isran garrison building was striking different from the surrounding infrastructure. Although originally a tavern, several additions had been made by their new occupants. The first and most obvious being the liberal application of the Isran colours and flags which drape over the building in all directions. The second being makeshift fortification additions. Several windows had been boarded up or reinforced while a small barricade had been erected around the premises made from a combination of crates, planks and other such materials. As Xyrix asked his question to one of the guards, who looked down at him as the strange spoke. His plated armour and great shield reflecting the new day sun back onto Xyrix. He could hear a deafening shriek coming from inside. “Ten men?! We asked for support and all you send is ten men?!” The guard winces at the sound. “That would be her.” He replied to Xyrix. “She’s currently pre-disposed” “I will not calm down! We ask for a hundred and you send us ten! How are we supposed to defend the fort with this!” The shriek continued, along with several sounds of wood being smashed. The guard winced again. “She’ll be out in a minute I assume.” Almost on que the front entrance flung open with a crash and a figure emerged. A woman of middling height wearing leather straps and iron plate could be seen lowering her foot after kicking the door open. Blazing long red hair covered her face as she left, which she quickly began to retie into a bun behind her head. “My lady.” Spoke the guard quickly. Standing to attention as she reached the edge of the property. “This man is here to see you.” At this close range Xyrix could see that the woman’s features better. Green eyes shone with great intensity as she inspected the newcomer and a light smattering of freckles dotted her face. She would have been stunningly beautiful if it wasn’t for the scars. Deep and jagged they criss-crossed her face in multiple directions. Like a painter ripping his masterpiece to shreds from frustration. Deep blue tattoos of strange spiralling patterns could be seen on her exposed flesh, of which there was much. Her armour seemingly made to only protect the most vital of areas. The faint lines of further scaring able to be seen beneath the blue ink. “What do you want?” She said bluntly as she stormed off from the property. |
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Fort Silence
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Physical Description: Built into the side of a great mountain, its entrance hidden by a great cave. Fort Silence is the abode of Kargth. It is a series of tunnels and room dug over time deeper into the mountain. The structure itself is unknowably old. With nothing but the stone and granite remaining of the original architecture. No statues or painting reside it its halls, nor art or windows of any kind. Bare, it is a dark and depressing place. Its dark corridors undisturbed by animal or human for eons, how it has been able to remain standing is a miracle, or something else.
Now it is inhabited by the Reborn. Ex-slaves, the tortured and the discarded. All are given a second life here, just like their Lord was given life from death. They inhabit this once dead keep, brining life into it as well. The halls are now filled with the laughter of children, finally safe and cared for. Women who do not fear the fist of their husbands, men who no longer fear for their family’s lives. They finally live in peace. It is a peace that they will die to protect, for their families and those that remain. A small militia has been formed from volunteers, both male and female. Wearing mismatched armour and scraps. For they live in a desolate and unruled place, roving bands of bandits, slavers and deserters stalk the areas of where Fort Silence lies. Supplies are taken from these bands that are caught. The pillages become the pillaged. No mercy is given to these men, no prisoners are taken. For they do not deserve their lives. Prisoners and slaves are found and are freed and given the choice to join them or leave of their own free will, and as such, the man power of Fort Silence grows.
Registered: Apr 20, 2019 1:24:28 GMT -8
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Post by Fort Silence on Jun 30, 2019 23:28:10 GMT -8
The Isran transport slid neatly into its berth at Mason Bay. The gangplank landed with a dull thud, and down it walked Centurion Analiese Hael, Commander of the Veteran 1st Cohort, 1st Legion of the Isran Army. A small squad of ten legionnaires accompanied her on her duties. Consul Finch had requested she inspect the small garrison here, as the Enclave had seen trouble stirring in the wind. Her armor gleamed in the light of day, gladius strapped to her hip and shield sling across her back. She looked around for anyone official to begin her inspection. As the transport vessel landed onto one of the smaller warves. Many people stood and stared, some in distrust, others in hope, while some looked on in apprehension. At the sight of only ten men leaving the vessel. Most faces turned to confusion or anger. A small, squat man in harbor worker robes walked up to the Centurion Hael. “Are you the first of your vessels to arrive? We were unsure of your numbers.” He said cautiously. “We can move some of the other vessels away for your larger transports if needed.” |
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Centurion Analiese Hael
Committed
Roleplay posts: 50
Age: 31
Physical Description: She is slightly above average height for a woman, about 5'10" and weighing a bit more at a 190lbs. She has medium-length platinum blonde hair, and a rather feminine face. It is the stern look in her eye that gives her face its hard edge, accompanied by the numerous bruises and scars that are a result of years of military service. Her figure is relatively slender, compacted with muscle from years of training and a strict nutrition regime.
Clothes and Equipment: Ana wears the traditional armor of an Isran Centurion, complete with the red sash and the Isran sigil on her breast. The armor is fitting to what curves she does have, and, given that the Lady Naoki had a say in the armor, probably accentuates them. She wields her sword, a weapon of no particularly special properties beyond good craftsmanship and having been lovingly maintained by generations of Haels. Her legionnaire's shield completes the image of a stalwart Isran warrior.
Registered: Oct 25, 2016 13:19:28 GMT -8
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Post by Centurion Analiese Hael on Jul 1, 2019 11:57:11 GMT -8
"What are you talking about?" She inquired of the harbor worker.
"I am here to inspect the status of the garrison, nothing more." Analiese looked around at the people watching them, noting the unusual amount of attention they were receiving.
"What is going on here?"
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Xyrix
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 24
Physical Description: 5'7". His hair is long, beyond his stomach, but often hidden by his hat and by being tied up. His face has light scars that frame his hazel eyes along with the massive crows feet. He isn't extremely buff, but fit enough. Somewhat an unremarkable looking man. He wears a shinobi's headband around his wrist.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are that of a peasant. He dresses very humbly and wears traditional geta for his footwear.
He carries rations with him, a considerable amount.
His armaments include a kusarigame (chained sickle) and a shikomizue (cane sword). His cane sword is always in his hand as he pretends to need it to walk.
Allegiances: None.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 16, 2019 0:35:43 GMT -8
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Post by Xyrix on Jul 2, 2019 19:42:27 GMT -8
The ronin was thrust into a bit of confusion as the woman who addressed him immediately started to walk away from where they were. He nodded at the guards as a thank you and hurried to stay beside the intense redhead. He cleared his throat.
"Your time is seemingly valuable so I promise to not take much of it! I hail from Tawakoshi in hopes to assist in the building of this land. If I may..." He walked fairly quickly despite still using his cane to carry himself. "From what I heard of your conversation before, it seems you may need extra hands for defense? I can fight if there is to be trouble." He smiled brightly at her. Xyrix was not one who would look to be able to fight whatsoever. The 'cane' was used to prevent that though, actually. He much preferred to look benevolent.
For himself though, Xyrix was not one to turn a blind eye to brigands who just take and take. If this was an impeding threat they may encounter he had no problem teaching thieves a thing or two.
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Fort Silence
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Physical Description: Built into the side of a great mountain, its entrance hidden by a great cave. Fort Silence is the abode of Kargth. It is a series of tunnels and room dug over time deeper into the mountain. The structure itself is unknowably old. With nothing but the stone and granite remaining of the original architecture. No statues or painting reside it its halls, nor art or windows of any kind. Bare, it is a dark and depressing place. Its dark corridors undisturbed by animal or human for eons, how it has been able to remain standing is a miracle, or something else.
Now it is inhabited by the Reborn. Ex-slaves, the tortured and the discarded. All are given a second life here, just like their Lord was given life from death. They inhabit this once dead keep, brining life into it as well. The halls are now filled with the laughter of children, finally safe and cared for. Women who do not fear the fist of their husbands, men who no longer fear for their family’s lives. They finally live in peace. It is a peace that they will die to protect, for their families and those that remain. A small militia has been formed from volunteers, both male and female. Wearing mismatched armour and scraps. For they live in a desolate and unruled place, roving bands of bandits, slavers and deserters stalk the areas of where Fort Silence lies. Supplies are taken from these bands that are caught. The pillages become the pillaged. No mercy is given to these men, no prisoners are taken. For they do not deserve their lives. Prisoners and slaves are found and are freed and given the choice to join them or leave of their own free will, and as such, the man power of Fort Silence grows.
Registered: Apr 20, 2019 1:24:28 GMT -8
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Post by Fort Silence on Jul 3, 2019 1:17:03 GMT -8
"What are you talking about?" She inquired of the harbor worker. "I am here to inspect the status of the garrison, nothing more." Analiese looked around at the people watching them, noting the unusual amount of attention they were receiving. "What is going on here?" The harbormaster gave Analiese a confused look and tilted his head. “Inspection?” He said, furrowing his brow. “You’re not the reinforcements that the Fort requested? They sent a message for aid several days ago; we were beginning to worry you ignored it.” He scratched his head with a dirty hand. “You best get up the garrison, lot of people were riding on you guys to come and save our bacon. If this is all that comes…” He trailed off his face beginning to show signs of fear. |
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Cyrene Talor
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 27
Physical Description: A woman of medium stature. Cyrene wears her blazing red hair short, her angular face would be seen as cute if it wasn't for the series of deep and jagged scars that mar her face, an ever present reminder of her horrible past life.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing a combination of armoured plate and iron chain mail she would be indistinguishable from her male counterparts at a distance. She carry's a short iron sword and a round shield which bears the emblem of the Silent Keep.
Allegiances: Silent Keep
Player's online availability : Australian Times
Registered: May 6, 2019 0:47:52 GMT -8
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Post by Cyrene Talor on Jul 3, 2019 1:31:54 GMT -8
The ronin was thrust into a bit of confusion as the woman who addressed him immediately started to walk away from where they were. He nodded at the guards as a thank you and hurried to stay beside the intense redhead. He cleared his throat. "Your time is seemingly valuable so I promise to not take much of it! I hail from Tawakoshi in hopes to assist in the building of this land. If I may..." He walked fairly quickly despite still using his cane to carry himself. "From what I heard of your conversation before, it seems you may need extra hands for defense? I can fight if there is to be trouble." He smiled brightly at her. Xyrix was not one who would look to be able to fight whatsoever. The 'cane' was used to prevent that though, actually. He much preferred to look benevolent. For himself though, Xyrix was not one to turn a blind eye to brigands who just take and take. If this was an impeding threat they may encounter he had no problem teaching thieves a thing or two. “High born degenerates…care only if they get their damn goods.” Cyrene mumbled to herself, ignoring the pleas of Xyrix, swearing such profanities that would make a sailor blush. She got to the end of the street, several dozen meters away before the offer of help penetrated through her angered haze. Her face turning from rage to possible hope as she turned to inspect the source of the offer. Where her face then fell once more into dissolution. “Do you know how to even wield a sword? Ever fired an arrow? She asked in quick fire questions. “We have no way to heal you here.” She added pointing quite bluntly at the cane. “You are welcome to aid us, by He Beyond do we need as much help as possible.” She looked back down the street at the Isran Garrison. “No thanks to you pompous, self-entitled toy soldier bastards!” She yelled down the street at the guards. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath and spoke under her breath. “If we survive this, I swear upon my life I will kick every single one of them out of this place myself.” She turned her attention back to Xyrix, her body language taking a visible change into trying to seem more relaxed. “So, do you have any training at all we can use?” She asked, her voice now more level. |
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Centurion Analiese Hael
Committed
Roleplay posts: 50
Age: 31
Physical Description: She is slightly above average height for a woman, about 5'10" and weighing a bit more at a 190lbs. She has medium-length platinum blonde hair, and a rather feminine face. It is the stern look in her eye that gives her face its hard edge, accompanied by the numerous bruises and scars that are a result of years of military service. Her figure is relatively slender, compacted with muscle from years of training and a strict nutrition regime.
Clothes and Equipment: Ana wears the traditional armor of an Isran Centurion, complete with the red sash and the Isran sigil on her breast. The armor is fitting to what curves she does have, and, given that the Lady Naoki had a say in the armor, probably accentuates them. She wields her sword, a weapon of no particularly special properties beyond good craftsmanship and having been lovingly maintained by generations of Haels. Her legionnaire's shield completes the image of a stalwart Isran warrior.
Registered: Oct 25, 2016 13:19:28 GMT -8
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Post by Centurion Analiese Hael on Jul 3, 2019 8:57:34 GMT -8
"What are you talking about?" She inquired of the harbor worker. "I am here to inspect the status of the garrison, nothing more." Analiese looked around at the people watching them, noting the unusual amount of attention they were receiving. "What is going on here?" The harbormaster gave Analiese a confused look and tilted his head. “Inspection?” He said, furrowing his brow. “You’re not the reinforcements that the Fort requested? They sent a message for aid several days ago; we were beginning to worry you ignored it.” He scratched his head with a dirty hand. “You best get up the garrison, lot of people were riding on you guys to come and save our bacon. If this is all that comes…” He trailed off his face beginning to show signs of fear. Analiese shook her head in response to the worker's questions. "No, we departed a few days ago, before any thing was received." She said, wondering just what the hell they needed reinforcements for. "Lead the way to the garrison then, I am unfamiliar with the area." She ordered, motioning for her escort to form up behind her. [Exit, please tag me in next post] |
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Xyrix
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 24
Physical Description: 5'7". His hair is long, beyond his stomach, but often hidden by his hat and by being tied up. His face has light scars that frame his hazel eyes along with the massive crows feet. He isn't extremely buff, but fit enough. Somewhat an unremarkable looking man. He wears a shinobi's headband around his wrist.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are that of a peasant. He dresses very humbly and wears traditional geta for his footwear.
He carries rations with him, a considerable amount.
His armaments include a kusarigame (chained sickle) and a shikomizue (cane sword). His cane sword is always in his hand as he pretends to need it to walk.
Allegiances: None.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 16, 2019 0:35:43 GMT -8
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Post by Xyrix on Jul 11, 2019 22:37:39 GMT -8
She battered Xyrix with intense questions and he held a steadfast smile while she spoke. While not insincere, it was clear she would hate to waste her time with another useless soldier. Cyrene was showing obvious signs of distress which to the ronin meant something was coming. While he would prefer to keep his methods non lethal in any instance that he could, that option was not always readily available. It would not be in his best interest to keep her waiting. Xyrix planted himself in front of her.
"While benevolence is a preferred path I have a great deal of training in cooking and soothing words. I can offer comfort to many wounded and even give solace to those on their death bed. It can be terrifying without." His grin faded.
"However, if there are to be those who wish to take what you have created here for their own benefit with the only cost being the blood of others. I can deal with that too."
In a flash, Xyrix drew the blade from the cane he walked with and sliced in an array of practical but talented ways before Cyrene. The wind from his attacks could be felt with each movement of his arms, showing distinct training of an undeniably deadly fashion. The cane sheathe remained upright on the ground as if it had felt no friction.
"More..." His eyes narrowed and he scowled. He displayed the face of one who has killed before. The ronin promptly threw the blade directly upward into the sky and in what looked like the same motion pulled his sack from his back and revealed only the chain end of his kusarigame. He flung the chain to wrap around the hilt of his sword and brought it back down into the ground, lowering his head as he did so. As he looked up back to Cyrene, there would be a massive cut that matched the exact line of the scar he already had on his face. Blood fell.
"I do not expect you to be impressed by tricks. But I do not need your trust in my abilities to know that they are grand. Simply put, this display was for nothing more to remind myself of what I can do. It has been a long time. I am willing to fight alongside you if you would let me."
The smile did not return. The look on his face was much different then it had been previously, as if some switch had been flipped. A feeling of two people residing in the same body in front of Cyrene. He wiped his face wound and began to put his armaments away, saying nothing else.
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Ti'el
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 19
Physical Description: Tiny and lithe, Ti'el is as spritely as the desert fox that she resembles. Two brown, tall ears sit atop her head in a nest of messy blonde hair. Spots of dark melanin decorate her face, stretching from the inside of her eyes down the bridge of her nose. They also freckle the back of her neck, her arms, and her stomach.
Though her body is predominantly human, her feet do end in dainty paws. Stretching from her lower back is an incredibly fluffy, golden tail with a hazel stripe down the middle.
Her eyes are a dark, washed-out blue, making it difficult to tell whether her pupils are slit or round.
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Registered: Jan 6, 2019 17:48:19 GMT -8
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Post by Ti'el on Sept 9, 2019 8:09:36 GMT -8
The journey had been so long that the anticipation was making her sick! With every wave, Ti'el felt her stomach doing little flips. Even as the tall green shadows stared at her from the shore, the shallow waters and the golden sands that rose up toward the dock ahead took her attention. As they came close enough to the pier, the vulx tossed herself over almost before the sailors had the time to shove out the shore plank, feet scrambling to take hold and dig their claws into the wood.
Once she was on, she rolled over onto her back and waited, not just for Cealene, but for the world to stop moving around her.
At the edges of her vision, she could see the green and brown giants staring down at her, swaying from side to side. Or was it her head swaying from side to side? She couldn't quite tell.
Weakly, she raised a hand to point to those giants, brows pinching together with a million questions, the first of which being "What... are those?"
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Cealene Neassá
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: Looks young
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Cealene is a rather unimposing young woman, about average height and with a slender build. Her hair has a light brown colour, and her eyes are a piercing green. Although she has beauty, most often she hides it underneath her dark cloak, along with her mysterious past.
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She wears a dark cloak swept around her most of the time and does not appear to be armed.
Cealene does however have a horse that has been with her for a long time.
Registered: May 5, 2019 14:30:45 GMT -8
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Post by Cealene Neassá on Sept 11, 2019 21:50:40 GMT -8
Arrival - finally, Cealene had been watching the harbor slowly approaching for a while, keeping Ti'el company in the meantime. Once the gangplanks had been extended, and they soon had solid land under their feet, Cealene's horse being the next thing off the boat while she herself helped Ti'el onto her feet once more.
There was a fresh feeling in their surroundings, one of hope, prosperity and progress. Smiling to herself and saying to Ti'el, "Well now we're here.", offering her a hand. "You allright, Ti'el?"
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